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[The voice murmuring and breaking through his stasis-fuzzy processor didn't seem to register at first. He simply murmured at it and then shifted, trying to get back to sleep.

Even after the third time, it didn't seem all that important. He didn't feel like getting out of bed. It was comfy. Comfier then he would have expected if he'd been more awake. It wasn't Prowl, and it wasn't the alarm telling him it was time for his shift. So he ignored it.

When the voice was accompanied by someone shaking him awake after the fifth time, he jerked, looked up, found himself staring at a human much larger then she should be, and gave a startled shout of surprise. Fully awake, he looked around himself and realized he was in a human abode much larger then it should be.

Then he saw the mirror and screamed.

Three hours later, and he was still in the strange clothing he'd woken up in (plaid, his processor chimed at him. It was a plaid pattern. The humans loved them.) and wandering down the city streets. Trying to find his way back home. But he didn't recognize any of this. Didn't' recognize the town or any oft he people wandering around him, the cars, the buildings, it was all strange.

Slaggit. This environment looked greener then that around Autobot City. It had to be closer to the mountains. So he would go East. Closer to the desert. They'd be there. Had to be. He'd get this figured out once he was back home.]

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Something is following you through the bushes Jazz. Something grey. With... Horns.

Yet wearing the same thing as most younger girls in this bizarre place, as you can probably tell when she pokes out of the bushes. "Hi~"

[Had he been less flustered and more composed, he would have noticed the shuffling and scuffling of the creature lurking in the bushes. As it was, he only noticed her moments before she leapt out at him.

He gave a startled sound, trying to drop back into the fighting stance of a martial arts form not native to Earth, but ended up almost toppling sideways with his center of gravity so effected by this new body.

When he managed to regain his composure, he huffed, scrabbling at his unruly hair to push it out of his eyes, and gave her a rather undignified look.]

Uh...

Hi...

She's still grinning. "H33 h33~ I really got you!~" YAYYYYY~ It's harder to stalk around a city than it is a jungle, shhh.

Catching your stare however, she tilts her head in curiosity. "I've nevurr seen you around here befur..." She technically hasn't met most people, but something tells her you're not someone she missed. ...Probably the fact that you're not wearing what most would outside. Um. "Oh! You just got here didn't you!!"

[He stares at the creature, looking her up and down with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. She had a general humanoid shape, but features that were distinctively non-human.

Or maybe she just liked wearing giant candy corn on her head?

The fact that she recognizes him as new, however, makes his eyes narrow again, and he tilts his head warily as he looks at her.]

What makes you say that...?

[Don't give anything away, but don't deny anything and thus lead them to not provide useful information.

He really should have had enough processor power to at least recognize he wasn't wearing normal human garb, but...]

"H33 h33~ You're wearing sl33p clothes silly~! I bet you just got out of the house to look around right?" She comes out of the bushes, still grinning. Her clothes aren't particularly standard either... But then again, when you piece an outfit together by ripping dresses to shreds, that's expected.

[He glances down at himself, somewhat surprised, then back up at the female-looking creature dubiously.]

...I'm just walking home, that's all.

[Yeah, ok, so any number of the other 'Bots might have just thought she was wearing a trendy new fashion that season, but Jazz knows enough about human outfits to know that's certainly not what that was.

Maybe it was normal garb for a...whatever-she-was?]

"To your real hive, or your Mayfield hive? Because you can't get to your real hive furrom here. No one can! We're STUCK!"

Okay. THAT question is probably going to set off some alarm bells.

[He blinks dumbly at her for a moment, his brow furrowing in what looks like a mixture of confusion and dawning realization. Wait, she...wat?]

Real hive...? You mean my real home? [He'd never heard hive used for the habitation of a sentient creature, but perhaps her species lived in a communal colony.] Mayfield. You mean...here?

[He glances around them at the city before back at her, not really caring at the moment that his reaction just broadcast under no uncertain circumstances "Hi, I'm new, look at me!"]

What do you mean stuck? Who brought me here?

"YEA!! I k33p furgetting that most people don't call them hives..." OOPS.

"And yea, this is Mayfield..! It's weird and terrurrble and takes people furrom their univurses and dimensions and sticks them here without anything! I looked all humany when I furst got here!" Wat.

"But no one really knows WHO does it... Just that it happens... And a lot of othurrs have tried to get out, but none of us can, and when someone does 'leave', they don't really leave, they've just got their think-pan all scrubbed and-!" At that she seems to glance at a couple walking on the sidewalk across the road, pulling a face. Yep.

Yep those are drones. Yep.

[He stared at her for a moment, his processor taking a bit to put everything into place. Wat indeed.

The fact that she mentioned herself and others being taken from their own worlds on one hand made him think perhaps he could trust her, but on the other hand made the special-ops commander suspect she was lying, and was involved in the ones who'd brought him here in the first place. He'd seen stranger things happen before.]

So, why does it bring people here? [He followed her gaze, looking at a couple walking down the street. Nothing seemed particularly unusual about them. But...then...the fact that they weren't responding in the least to the creature standing in front of him - obviously not a human like they were - was telling in and of itself.

That, and the entire "Stepford-Wives" atmosphere they had. And he suddenly felt a shudder roll down his back as the human horror flick flickered through his memory banks.

That...was an unpleasant comparison to be drawing.]

So...think-pan scrubbed. Brain-washed? [literally, this time?] How?

"I don't know. I don't think anyone knows really...." She looks a little sad at that. Aww.

Nonetheless she nods at the last one. "But yea, that's what humans call it when your think-pan is scrubbed. They also called it getting 'droned', and it's happened to a lot of people too..."

[He nods slowly, glancing back at the "droned" couple and then back at the girl. Truthfully, the sad expression she has on her face tweaks at his instinctual urge to keep people from staying unhappy for long. So he gives her as much of a smile as he can at that point.]

Maybe someone should fix that.

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"Mmmn, I don't know. Lots of othurrs have tried befur, and in a whole bunch of othurr ways... I don't think Equius wants me in dangurr again..."

-He was on his way to go to that job thing as he tended to do every day... when he came across someone. Sure didn't recognize the face right away. So clearly, he had to investigate!

Have one tall silver haired reploid wander in your direction.-

Hey, you!

[He saw the silver-haired person walking his way rather deliberately, and in his frazzled, shocked processor instantly went on guard. Barely glancing at him, but keeping him completely in his attention, pretending nonchalance while still keeping himself ready for any potential attack. Millions of years of special-ops expertise came in handy.

He turned warily when the other addressed him, tilting his head to the side rather like those Earth dogs like to do when they're curious.]

...Yeah...?

[You don't get any of his normally upbeat bubbliness, buddy. Sorry. He's just been shoehorned into a squishy body and thrown someplace against his will. Without Prowl. He may or may not be ready to bite someone.]

I haven't seen you here before. So I thought I'd stop to say hello. Ah... you seem a bit...

-Looking him over, he smirked.-

Lost.

[He quirked a brow at the way the other regarded him, instantly suspicious. How much did he know? He seemed to obviously know something Jazz didn't. Which, at this point, was probably quite a bit. But extremely specific for a random man in the city, still.]

There're lotsa people I'm sure you ain't met in the city. It's large enough. [At least from what he could tell, after he'd been walking for three hours.] I know 'xactly where I'm goin'. [East. Toward Autobot city. He hoped.]

Only because, my dear fellow... it would seem that the town has received a new wave of newcomers. You see... this place gets boring real quick...

So when someone new shows up on the streets, of course I'm going to go bother them.

-His smirk never seemed to go away...-

Do you? Well, if you're certain about that, then I'll let you find out the hard way.

Prowl had been wandering around for a time, searching for Jazz out of a deep need to be near him, and see that he was safe. He heard some of the strange acting people talking about a man wandering around, describing him as having gone crazy and he thought he had caught the mention of his saying he was an alien, but he wasn't sure and had felt he didn't want to talk to any of those people.

So instead he searched for the man, hoping that it was Jazz, but if not then he would just have to find another way to search for him. In fact, up ahead he saw what looked to be a darker skinned man wandering around in sleep wear, maybe that was him?

[Had he been more collected, he probably would have noticed that he wasn't wearing clothing that the other humans had on. True, it was a button-up shirt and a pair of matching pants, but it was a completely different style then they all had. So he really had no idea he stuck out like a sore servo.

He did, however, have his wits enough about him that he noticed when a man fell in step not far behind him, tailing him and approaching rapidly. When the other didn't call out or make a move to address him in any other fashion, he began calculating escape routes, eying the area around them for cover he could take, hiding places, all of the various kinds of areas he would have been already well-aware of if it were normal situations.

There. Small alley running North-to-South, dark with shade from the rising sun coming up in the East. He moved as nonchalantly as he could, waiting until the last possible moment to change directions and duck down the small back street. There, he pulled himself up onto the dumpster he found, lifting himself up from there onto the fire escape, and crouched down near the edge, waiting to see if the man would follow.]

[And I just realized that Prowl's shirtless in that icon.../WHEEZE!]

[Prowl cursed to himself as he saw those slight changes in the other's actions, part of him wanted to back off, not wanting to make him even more nervous, but at the same time all of this spoke of that being Jazz and he wanted to get in touch with him as soon as possible.

When Jazz ducked down the alley Prowl nearly swore aloud, he knew this wasn't going to be easy, at this point he may even have already lost Jazz, since he now was all but certain that was him. If he was still around going into the alley could cause a fight, or for him to run further, but he didn't know when he might get another chance to find him. With his decision made he walked into the alley confidently, not trying to sneak anywhere, and he kept his eyes open, looking around for the other, hoping to catch sight of him before anything bad happened.]

[He watched him as he came down the alleyway, any doubt that he had indeed been tailing him erased. He could see the slight caution, barely visible in the man's bright blue eyes - and wasn't that strange, he didn't remember that eye-color on humans of that ethnicity - and the way he glanced around, obviously trying to find him

Something nagged at him, though, made him stop short of simply jumping him and knocking him out. He felt himself wanting to relax and trust the human, the angles and planes of the face triggering recognition that didn't yet want to manifest itself fully. Slagging human processor, he couldn't bring up the memory from his databanks, whoever it was, he was having a hard time remembering where he'd met him.

It was enough, at least, that when he slipped closer on the frustratingly creaky, rusted fire escape and leapt down behind him, he didn't go in for an injuring move, but simply to restrain, an arm hooking to wrap around his throat while he moved to grasp one of his wrists in an attempt to twist it behind his back.]

Who are you? Why're you followin' me?

[He heard the creaking as the other moved closer and had to shove down his reaction to try and confront him. Instead he actually let the other grab hold of him, going into a fairly limp state, not throwing all of his weight on the other but relaxing and letting himself be held. He knew he was lucky, even if this is Jazz, he could have decided to attack and Prowl knew he would have a slagging hard time if he and Jazz fought.]

My name is Prowl.

[It was a simple answer, to only the first question, but if this was Jazz then he should realize the situation, if he wasn't then he hadn't given unnecessary information away.]

[He was relatively surprised when the man went limp the way he did, and for an instant thought it was perhaps a diversion tactic or the beginnings of a countering move.

But then the reply came, and the voice, his voice and his name and-...!

His hold loosened, though he didn't release him, obvious shock in the way he jerked and the way he let out a startled breath. He stuttered on a syllable, not sure whether to ask "what" or "how" or any of the other question-words in the human dialects that started with the 'w' sound.

When he finally managed to regain his composure, he glanced around them, behind them, making sure no one was looking, and pushed him deeper into the alley, deeper into the darkness where they would be less conspicuous. He pushed him to the wall, harder then he had meant to but far lighter then he would have had he not uttered that name, and stood for a long moment, holding his face and staring intently. And like puzzle pieces, every angle and curve and line and dimple seemed to fall into place, and he gaped, unable to talk.

Instinctively, he tried to reach out with his spark, to sense his bonded, and it wasn't until after he actually felt him in front of him that he realized somehow it actually translated into their human bodies. For that moment, all of his tension melted away, and he let out a soft, giddy giggle, his features breaking out into a wide grin as he shifted closer into his personal space.]

Prowl, how...?! What's goin' on!

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[The loosened hold was enough to tell him he had been right and this was Jazz. He let Jazz lead them deeper into the alley, not even protesting when he was pushed against the wall a bit harder than needed. None of that mattered as his spark nearly cried out in joy that he had indeed found Jazz, going through his own minor shock as such good fortune.

He studied Jazz's face in return, a smile creeping onto his face as he saw that face, rendered in human form. Feeling Jazz test the bond he responded in kind, conveying the joy that, even in this form, didn't freely show on his face.]

Jazz, I'm glad I found you.

[He indulged in a moment of soft sentiment, leaning forward to press his forehead against Jazz's.]

Have any of the people here spoken to you about this place yet?

[The return touch of Prowl's spark through their bond made his chest ache strangely, not unlike the way his spark did when he was in his true form, but thoroughly different at the same time. It was a pleasant feeling, though, a fluttering that made his breath stop for a moment, and he leaned in, pressing a desperate kiss to his lips before he was returning the press of his forehead, still holding tight to the sides of his face.]

You weren' there when I woke up, there was some human woman an' she was callin' me pet names an' actin' like we were bonded an' I was like this! [Ok, so he had to stop channeling Bluestreak for a moment to catch his breath, and he shook his head without breaking the contact with Prowl's forehead.] Not really, I ain' stopped long 'nough t'listen or ask around. Just wanted t'get back home. You?

[If he took the time to think past the "ProwlProwlProwlProwlProwl!!!" rolling through his processor, he probably would have realized it would have been unusual for him not to have taken intel. He was always better at keeping his head then Jazz was. Then anyone was, honestly. And not for lack of trying on Jazz's part.]

[He returned the kiss with just as much feeling as he could, desperate for that simple touch, the reaffirmation that Jazz was here and that he was still his Jazz.]

I know, I woke up with... someone who didn't belong there as well, I don't know if it's common, but from the sounds of it it very well could be very common. First of all, everyone that I spoke to said that we couldn't just leave. I've been told that we need to obey the rules of this place while we are here, or we will become similar to the less sentient individuals walking around.

Apparently the rules consist mostly of go to work consistently, missing over three days in a row apparently causes punishment, also the same time frame applies to going 'home' which is where we woke up. And don't damage the town or it's people. There were some individuals I was suggested to avoid, once we settle in to these bodies I would like to start looking into them, find out why it's suggested to avoid them. And apparently the milk that is left on the porch steps is poisoned.

[He did his best to impart the important things first, though he was still trying to figure out how to tell Jazz that dying here wasn't permanent, especially when he didn't even believe it himself.]

[Some small part of Jazz's mind couldn't help registering that kissing Prowl like this felt nice. More then nice, honestly. It was almost a shame that they would be out of them soon and wouldn't have a chance to really explore the possibili-...

wait.

what?]

Guess I'll have t'show that person what happens when they make moves on my mech. [He says it with a smirk that shows he's joking. Somewhat. Mostly. But it fades just as quickly, the seriousness of the debriefing taking away from the playful banter he wanted to give to break the tension.] An' just why can't we leave...?

[Less sentient. So. Like the woman and children that insisted on calling him "daddy" and "honey" and "sweety" and "dimpleface." Wouldn't listen to reason and refused to believe that he wasn't supposed to be there, seemed almost to act on a pre-programmed routine. But Rules meant that someone was in charge. Someone they could find and force to set things right. And already, it sounded as if Prowl was thinking two steps ahead of him. Good ol' Prowl. Still...]

What do you mean "settle in to these bodies"." [It wasn't really a question.] I'll admit, Prowler, y'ain' hard on the eyes as a human, but I don' intend t'spend anymore time like this then we have to.

Just point me at the ones that did this an' I'll do what it takes. [There was a dangerous tone to his voice, hinting at the things they knew he could do but never spoke about. It was no mystery amongst the Autobots that Jazz did the really "dirty" work for their faction. It wasn't something that was ever discussed, though, except in whispers amongst those who caught rumors and hints of the outcome of those such missions.]

[He smiled a bit at Jazz's sentiment of teaching the woman at that house, but it didn't last long, he knew Jazz fell onto joking to ease tension, but he felt they needed to both be up to speed about what they were up against.]

According to one person I spoke to it doesn't matter if you try to leave by ground, air or even subterranean, you will simply be looped back into here.

As for settling into the bodies, I've been made aware that while, over time, we may regain not only our original forms but personal effects, but it takes time and seems to be something of a reward system for making it through what the person called 'events'. Until then we will have to learn how to function just as well as we did before in these bodies.

I would like to not only ascertain that we are aware of the one at fault but that we do not simply repeat errors made by others in the past. We may not be the first fighters to arrive here, and I highly doubt we are the only ones who want to go back to our real home. Though trust me, when I have everything figured out I will gladly give you the specs.

[He sighed, feeling frustrated and confused about this whole place, but knowing that he was the tactician, he needed to keep his wits.]

There is one more thing, I was told that here death isn't permanent, but what that means I'm not entirely sure.

[His nose curled a little in consternation at the thought that they wouldn't be able to leave, and he fully intended to test the theory, regardless of what was said.

Though he wasn't sure what was worse; Being stuck in the city, or being stuck as a human.

Probably the human thing. Definitely the human thing. Thinking on that fact almost made him feel his chest clench in a strange sort of panic, and he gave a soft whine that tried to sound like a thoughtful hum and failed miserably. Maybe it should have been the farthest from his processor, but he couldn't exactly help wondering exactly how that was supposed to work for the two of them together. Prowl was here with him, but humans didn't have the same interface functions that Cybertronians did.

He wrapped his arms around Prowl's neck, something of a possessive cling as he listened to him, trying to keep his processor off of that particular train of thought for the moment. Time and place, Jazz, time and place.]

Either way, Human or Cybertronian, we'll get 'em. We'll figure somethin' out.

[He blinked at him for a moment, almost seeming to have missed what he'd said before quirking a brow and giving him a smirk. There was absolutely no happiness in the expression, though.]

Well, let's not go around testin' that one out, shall we? I don' particularly feel like lettin' either of us get killed anytime soon...

[Prowl was already trying to think up, and determine, the best order to test everything of need out in.]

No, lets not test it out, I'd much rather never know.

[He wrapped his arms around Jazz, holding him tight in kind.]

How are you holding up?

[He leaned into the hold, relaxing fractionally, quiet for a few seconds as he let himself focus once more on his bonded's features, considering the question. It was still strange, even being able to see Prowl's features in his face, actually coming to terms with the fact that they were human. It made him seem slightly foreign, unfamiliar, and he promised himself he'd spend as much time looking at him as it took to get the part of his processor that was having trouble accept that this was his bonded to finally give in.

He sighed, nuzzling his nose against Prowl's, his eyes closing for a moment.] Better, now that you're here. Still...not sure. Hard t'process it all. Ask me tomorrow, when it's had time t'sink in.

How 'bout you? You ok? [He looked back at him then, looking him right in the eyes as he let his fingers brush gently in the hair on the back of his head. Some 'Bots might have assumed Prowl was having no trouble handling everything. Jazz knew him better. Prowl processed things just as deeply as everybot else. He just hid it better.]

[At Jazz's return question he held just a little tighter to his bonded; he was still amazed for all that he could recognize Jazz out of a crowd even like this he didn't fully look like Jazz should. Was he okay? Right now, but cause someone had to be, because he was always that person, in the heat of the moment he was okay. But that had it's price to pay, when Jazz is finally sorting it all out and figuring out how he is with it all then it will be his turn to not be okay with any of it.]

Because I need to be, I am. [Some days he envied Jazz, the others ability to just give up control for a bit until he has a firm grasp on it all allowed him to be much more flexible about these things, where as he would be having issues over any loss of control for days or more, even with Jazz's help. He knew how he was, but he still could find a need to change it, considering all the times he had been the eye of the storm in a battle or crisis when nearly everyone else wasn't sure what to do or where to go.]

[He hums softly, nodding. That certainly sounded like the Prowl he loved. Though that just meant Jazz would be keeping a close eye on him for when he knew realization sunk in and he reacted to it - however he reacted.]

Well, we'll be ok. Whoever brought us here was stupid t'let us find each other...[The smirk he gave had no happiness, just a cold, furious determination. Two of the highest-ranking Autobots. Head of Espionage and Special-Ops and the Tactician? It was like they were trying to be shown what happened when you fragged with the wrong people.

Still...the fact that they did it. And that they had put them into these bodies. That was daunting in and of itself, and he was still in just enough shock at the moment to be admittedly frightened by what that could mean. They had to have a lot of power.

He couldn't let himself think about that, though.]

So...where d'we go? We can' go home. Real home. So. Th'houses they dropped us into. Yours or mine? [Because honestly, now that he thought about it, he'd been walking for hours, and his feet were beginning to hurt. He didn't even have any protective covering for his feet.]

[Prowl simply smiled back in kind on the subject of their captors intelligence level, because, even though it seemed stupid they may not be up against some easy to beat foe here. They would have to keep their guard up.]

Yours would be best I think. [He answered, looking Jazz over for a moment.] The clothing at the one I woke up in fit me well, it seems they provide decent clothing for the individuals they bring here. It would be best to get you changed into the right clothing for now.

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Action - Somehow this was more amusing in my head.

Hey, Jazz'd laugh, if he weren't in a state of shock right now. >XD

Awww yiiis. x3

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...I'm beginning to realize Jazz needs more icons...:|

I know that feel. :|a (I have a muse somewhere with only two. :U )

Most of mine are at least maxed out. And one account I have paid-time on. Not Jazz. :C

I don't even have any paid accounts AHAAHAHAH -cries- :'D

I finally bit the bullet on the one, since it's two-characters-in-one.

/patpat ;u;

<3

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THIS IS GOING TO BE GLORIOUS AND ADORABLE AND FFFFFFT!!!

XDDDD

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS ALSDJFLAJSDFHEEEEEE! XD

Jazz... that face, you are going to break his spark

He's quite irritated with me right now for his suddenly-obvious lack of icons, actually...8|

Awwww poor bb, not that Prowl has it much better

WE MUST MAKE THIS A MISSION! /o/

Yes~! --along with paid time for all those icons XDD--

Yis! NEXT paycheck! /o/ (At least it's cheap...)

Very true~! I like that it doesn't cost an arm and a leg

Exactly! Lovely, lovely DW! <3

so nice to have a place that values us

Yesss, and doesn't mock us for being RPers. /Eyes Livejournal...>B|

I know... isn't it nice to be somewhere you are respected?

Yesss, seriously! Not often you find a place like that.

I never want to leave at this rate.